He is more fickle than Fengyue

Lu Beichen felt sorry for Song Qianqian, and hurriedly carried her upstairs, and her figure quickly disappeared from sight.

Bo Yan didn't have the heart to talk to them anymore, she was in too much pain, every cell in her body was screaming for pain, and her head was about to explode.

She just felt that she couldn't hold it anymore, so she stumbled into a nanny's room, pushed open the door of the bathroom, and vomited wildly while hugging the toilet.

The blood dripped down at some point, and she took out a tissue to wipe the nosebleed while vomiting, although she was in a hurry, it still didn't help.

If it continues to deteriorate like this, she probably won't last long. She has to deal with all the problems in such a limited time, otherwise, she will die with regret.

Almost half an hour later, Bo Yan finally recovered a bit. She stood up with difficulty while supporting the toilet, turned on the faucet, and stood in front of the sink to wash her face with cold water, hoping to get better.

She saw her own appearance in the mirror, her hair was stuck together in a mess, her face was covered with scratches intentionally made by Song Qianqian, and her neck and forehead were bruised from being smashed with something.

Scarred, embarrassed, and disfigured, there is no difference.

For a moment, Bo Yan felt that she almost didn't know herself.

She quietly looked in the mirror, that ugly and strange woman, and laughed "puchi".

It's just such an arc, but it's full of self-deprecation.

Such emotions didn't last long, so Bo Yan changed her clothes and went out to clean up.

There was a mess all over the floor, and she dragged her exhausted body until the sun went down, and she managed to tidy up the first floor.

"Thin smoke."

A cold voice fell from overhead.

Bo Yan supported the vacuum cleaner and raised his head, he said angrily, "What else can I order?"

The man stood at the railing on the second floor with a gloomy face, "Qianqian is hungry, you go cook."

Song Qianqian, Song Qianqian again.

Apart from Song Qianqian, Lu Beichen had nothing else to do all day long. I really don't know how he managed to expand his business so much. What's the difference between now and the love brain, Bo Yan complained in his heart.

"If you're hungry, ask your assistant to deliver it, or order a takeaway. Why do you ask me? I don't know how to cook." Even if I can, I don't want to cook for Song Qianqian. It's not finished yet."

Lu Beichen frowned, his tone was a little colder, "Go if you are told."

"Okay, then don't regret it." Bo Yan left the vacuum cleaner and hurried into the kitchen.

When breaking the garlic moss, she clicked, as if it was Song Qianqian and Lu Beichen's necks that were broken.

She cooked the meal with hatred.

Lu Beichen asked her to cook, and she did it, but it didn't mean she couldn't vent her emotions, especially when cooking, she thought of Song Qianqian's hateful face, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became.

Eat her fart, eat her saliva.

Bo Yan buried her head, wishing to spit in the pot immediately, but was caught by Lu Beichen, "What are you doing?"

She shook her body, stopped moving, spread her hands and said, "It's nothing."

Lu Beichen walked into the kitchen with a sneer, "I didn't expect Miss Bo to be able to do such low-level things as spitting in food."

The implication is that she is no different from some uneducated and poor-quality aunts, she is not at all like a girl from a wealthy family, "Isn't this thanks to you, I am not a big girl now. miss."

"Also, what's the matter if I just spit a little? As far as what Song Qianqian did to me, I didn't poison her with rat poison, so it's all good."

Bo Yan couldn't help but turn Lu Beichen's sourness. She thought that he would get angry, and maybe he would drive herself away when he got angry. She couldn't wish for it, but she didn't expect that Lu Beichen just told her, "Dump it and do it again."

"I haven't spit in my saliva yet, you saw that."

Bo Yan didn't want to do it all over again, she was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, where did she ever cook and get caught in oily smoke?

After marrying Lu Beichen, in order to want Lu Beichen to go home and have more time and opportunities to talk to him, she only started to learn to cook, but she didn't learn how to cook well, and Lu Beichen didn't like this, "So, don't worry about it. Let's do it."

"When I didn't see it, who knows if you have vomited." Lu Beichen's light words made Bo Yan speechless.

"Also, don't let me find out a second time, or I won't spare you."

Thin smoke can only take a deep breath, pour out the freshly prepared dishes, and re-burn them.

In a fit of anger, she deliberately fried the vegetables until they were blackened.

This time, Lu Beichen didn't know if he was worried, but he didn't leave, and stared at it himself, the marks between his eyebrows could kill a fly.

"What kind of expression do you have? I told you that I can't cook. You insisted on me cooking."

"Anyway, my level is like this. If you like to eat or not, you will fall down if you don't eat."

Lu Beichen couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and left without saying anything.

But because of this, Bo Yan finally felt better.

When the food was served on the table, Song Qianqian looked at the pile of food that couldn't be distinguished, and her expression changed, "Brother Beichen, otherwise, let's find a nanny. My sister was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, how could she do this kind of rough work?" ?”

"I was ill before, and I was so confused that I didn't know what I did. Now I'm fine. I've recovered. Please let my sister leave. We can't treat her like this."

Lu Beichen didn't respond to Song Qianqian's words, but just threw her two words, "Eat."

There is a slight impatience between the brows.

Song Qianqian swallowed her saliva, "But this, how do you eat this?"

"Eat what you usually eat, and how you eat now." While speaking, Lu Beichen had already picked up the bowl, put a piece of ribs in his mouth, and the expression on his face changed instantly.

Bo Yan knew why he changed, it was obviously sweet and sour pork ribs, but she scorched the sugar and added a few tablespoons of salt, it must be bitter and salty now.

Even if the Lu family almost went bankrupt back then, Lu Beichen would not be reduced to eating this kind of food.

With Bo Yan's understanding of Lu Beichen, how could he be able to eat it, he must spit it out immediately, but...

Lu Beichen didn't vomit!

Even, he frowned and chewed hard twice.

The next second, "Ahem, ahem!"

Lu Beichen coughed violently.

Song Qianqian patted Lu Beichen's back immediately, and said worriedly, "Brother Beichen, are you okay?"

"Cough, it's okay." Lu Beichen coughed until his face turned red, and commanded, "Bo Yan, pour me a glass of water."

Song Qianqian's hand froze in mid-air for a moment, but recovered in a blink of an eye, "I'll go."

"No need." Lu Beichen said, "Let Bo Yan go, you are weak now, just let her do these rough jobs."

"What are you doing in a daze, go and pour me water."

Bo Yan took a deep breath, "Yes, I'll go right away."